Flute Quartet #3 in C

bad poetry. I could write em'a'book on it, but then someone that's even more Joubert than me, just might come along it and read. I guess we're only human, after all.   I spy a smoke ring. good morning  :) such sweet music.

 
it's all Bad Pootery(mine)....  an
                Object Lesson
                  to the
              Abject EgoBraying
              selfPro'claimationary
                  erstwhile   'po ets'
              who dwell Deep Underground
in affectations of silly Evil &/or they who're intoxicated of their own contrivances of 'Positive[ly] SunnySunshine Me'
              granted, 'I', as it were,
             will not be 'heard' insofar as
         'getting' the joke of the Lampoon of Self that I lovingly place before The World in gen'u'ine empathy & compassion, regardless of what "I think"
 
     - butt, ahm prob'ly wrong on every count -
 
tis suicide to contemplate, negotiate, qualify, quantify any attachment to hierarchal, bi-polar, dualistic 'results'........HA
 
deeplove, dear

Im going to start digging a little bit deeper rightr here on your page, just to see if I can locate a bit of this bad pootery that you speak of. ;) On a lighter note, I think you're the sweetest man in the world for writing all these lovely and lyrical little dinkies. I like dinkies.  

wow....that didn't scare her...b'lessed be!
 
(nothing tB scared of)
HA......
 
'point' is human o'pinions of any/every Thing
are so vaporous & mis'taken as somekinda 'reality' always conflicting wit 'some(many)one's "other ness" of "reality"....Stupid Human Tricks For Personal Profit (Praise The Lord!)........I have to work on cultivating ability to let-go all notions what-I-think, what-I-know, what-I-BELIEVE("I believe"=humanity's most treasured toxicego attribute)....canno participate in it anymo' in such a norm of reality, so it's a fulltime job 24/7 to cultivate a transcendent consciousness, or take a longlong 'final' walk into 'my' beloved ocean.
 
Have wee reached the More Than You Wanna Know point yet?.......haha
 
bye

agreed about all da hullabaloo on yous and mees bee leaves but my butt brain did flew fly high on da the over head wave wings tumble crash whee whirly flipped two feeted landed  my monkey man machine did smile grin cracking big like a kid buddah eatin sandy bannanas from the bodhi day

I like my bad poems best,

they're all I have...

and you're right, it's such a
silly scene it all before sort
of thing is, tho, I like your
stuff...

bless ye, sir Paul